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you lovely little scrub being a good fellow mutual.

it's a shame we don't talk to eachother.

but in a way,

we're communicating.

by reblogging eachother's posts.

ye.

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[€]-- The youngest thief sat in on the couch, alone for once with his older sibling nowhere in near him. He was out on an errand or something. He wasn't sure, mainly because he was not listening to him. His emerald colored eyes usually filled to the brim of mischieviousness and full of cheerfuliness was nothing more than a dull shade of green. He toyed with the ending of his scarf as a sad sigh left his pale lips.

What could ever be troubling the youngest thief? The answer was simple really. It was this town. He was sick of it. Sick of dying and then coming back to life the very next morning. He hated waking up in his bed in cold sweat as the pain from the day before still lingered on his body bringing all sorts of aches.

Was there even a way to escape this deadly immorality? Maybe there was one way. Sitting up a bit, he rested his arms on his thighs as he placed his green shades on the glass coffee table. Did he really want to try something like this? Was it worth it? Will he finally end it all?

Questions swimmed in his head as he cluched it tightly with his hands, the slim digits pulling on his forest green tresses. He had to end it. Now. While he was still alone. If he didn't, he'd be forced to live out his neverending days dying and the reviving the very next day.

Nodding to himself, he got up moving to the door for any signs of his brother. So far, nothing. It was now or never. With wobbly movement in his legs, he made his way towards the bathroom and carefully opened the medicine cabinet. His hand shaking terrible, he grasped the bottle of aspin and his eyes teared up as he tried to open the lid.

Whole body shaking he manged to twist the lid off on the third try and filled his hand to the brim of the white pills; tears pooling over his eyelids and he shakily brought them to his lips. Now or never. He quietly thought to himself, even though he stood frozen to his spot.